They embrace. Zora's arms wrapped tight around her father's great barrel of a body, his mighty hands upon her shoulders. In that moment he is alive and warm and safe. She has rescued him. They will return home together and forget all about the Glunkken Mire. The illusion bursts like a slime bubble upon the bog's surface. The acrid stench of the mire fills Zora's nose. Her father is wet and cold. She stumbles back, turns away. Eyes stinging with tears, and a sob rising in her throat.
"I am sorry," she hears him say, softly.
When she raises her head again, knuckling tears from the corners of her eyes, her father is holding out the Hog Bag. A boar leather pouch the size of a quince, its neck tied tight with cord. He smiles down at her sadly, yet kindly.
"Take it," he says.
And take it she does.
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